Light crashing into an inside wall:
the last night of Passover, April 16, 2020
I.
Stumbling in hall In the middle of life’s night Falling against bone-white stucco walling Cocking a deep-framed print Such that that mount slips Blake’s “Thou Hast Fulfilled the Judgment of the Wicked” Noticing this angle days later Leaving it askew
II.
“But thou hast fulfilled the judgment of the
wicked: judgment and justice take hold on thee”
Bible’s words addressed to Job while Blake wrote and drew
To Satan tumbling with Hate’s accompanier’s
To the words of Milton in the back-soundsIII.
The frame now straightened But the print tilting does not help pour Satan toward destinations welcomed By the refreshened multitudes While legion followers can be Dis-attached only by rupture Greed seems Hate’s greatest addiction Without Hate’s fluid greed grows nil
